- 25 February 2009 08:25pm: Lost contact with my network back in Wyoming... again. I hate you Big Pond. You can bite me.
- Today at 04:10pm: Swim in the ocean, and I am as good as new.
- Today at 05:40pm: First time at chatswood station when they are using all four platforms. Some of us thought we'd never live to see the day.
- Today at 05:43pm: I've seen old photos of this station when it was nice. Now it is all concrete and no character.
i miss you black and white; and my time in the darkroom
i never was very good at being blunt
i like how history is always repeating itself, except for the nice parts; the future always seems like a cut down discounted version of something you once remembered
i hate missing people no longer with us
i’ve forgotten more than you will ever know, but do you remember more than i’ve remembered?
i am moving to wyoming; yes really!
i hate MySQL, but if everything were postgres, it would be pretty boring arguing about it
i tasted lime in my drink tonight; it reminded me of someone special
new mexico will never be the same; before or after
product launch next monday; should be a grand crash
- Someone asked why Таня pronounced something in a certain way today and she said “I don’t pronounce it that way; it just sounds like I do.” (Russians often spell things one way, but then pronounce them another, to the bemusement of Australians who pronounce them the way they are spelled regardless of what language they came from: witness news anchors saying “junta”).
- The young bloke in the front row with a Guns and Roses T-Shirt didn’t know who Юрий Гагарин was.
- I was watching the Colbert Report today and I got the munchies for Doritos. I know I am a couple of weeks late.
- There was an article in the Sydney mX today about Stephen Colbert’s (Стефан Колбер) run for the White House. mX is brought to you by the same corporate overlords that bring you Faux News. It did mention it was a joke, but it didn’t mention that he was only running in South Carolina.
- I wonder if Sydneysiders even know where South Carolina is. Then again, I know Americans have no idea where New South Wales is.
- My Internet is for shit tonight speed wise :(
So forever ago, Smitha wrote in her LJ something about spelling alphabets and never being able to think of countries to associate with certain letters. What do you use for X? Anyway, that got me to think that defunct empires would be a good spelling alphabet to use, not because it would be easy to understand, but because I suspected that I could design it to be pretty hard to decipher. For example, when I got to H I chose “Holy Roman Empire” and for R I chose “Roman Empire.” Although it isn’t ambiguous, unless you were paying attention you might get lost.
So I finally wrote a little web app to give you the spelling alphabet spelling for a number of different alphabets. Some of them (NATO, LAPD) are actually in use. Some of the others (defunct empire, etc) I just made up for fun. I made defunct empire the default because it seemed to be the least useful.
(btw- if you can think of a country that starts with X let me know. I will accept historical, currently nonexistent countries, but not fictional countries, as I am currently using the fictional country Xanth for X because I couldn’t think of anything else. I also need defunct empires for W X and Y; the current X is actually the capitol of an Empire, not the Empire itself)
I bought a bunch of things like clothes and a new phone yesterday (let me know if you want the #). It has the Internet on it (yes, the ENTIRE internet), so now I can carry it around with me (yes, the ENTIRE internet). Actually it still doesn't solve my problem of not being able ot IM at work. It solves a host of other problems though, so I don't object. Cameras on phones seemed like such a dumb thing before I got one, but living without my first few months in Australia has reminded me that there are times when they are handy. Mostly to take visual notes. If I see an ad for something that I want to later research I can. Also: I know it seems like a little thing, but I am offended by the fact that I actually have to set the time on my phone. In America my phone set the tiem itself. This was handy when I flew.
Yesterday I also found a really nice apartment in Artarmon, for which I filed an application, but the realestate agent screwed me and it looks like I won't get the place. Lawyers have a bad rap, yet I have had nothing but positive experience dealing with lawyers, whereas my experience with realeastate agenst has been entirely negative.
 I'm ready to quit
 at least not directly, I still may be able to figure something out though
 in fact, the one time when I worked with lawyers and programmers at the same time, the programmers really dissapointed me in their narrow mindedness.
I think that people who debate who would win in a confrontation between the Enterprise and a Star Destroyer are totally missing the point. The real question is who would win in a fight between Mario and the Death Star. I think this flash movie will settle things once and for all.
you can download overlays for google earth which will let you view before and after shots.
I went to bed super early last night and I woke up at like 5:30am or something. Tyler IMed me and said "I'm off to bed." I'm thinking about going into New York City today.
I urge you to take action, before it is too late.
Update: Just so we're clear, I think this is sick.
"I hate blogs, but I have to post here since LiveJournal is down"
"Gee, I never really thought of LiveJournal as a blog... is that what I am? A blogger?"
"I don't have a blog, I'm on LiveJournal."
"LiveJournal is soooo much better than blogging."
Usually (in case it hadn't been obvious) the comment is presented with disdain toward blogs, and is presented in a blog. So I am not sure if that is irony or just stupidity. Hold on though, lets check dictionary.com:
n : a shared on-line journal where people can post diary entries about their personal experiences and hobbies [syn: web log]
Source: WordNet ® 2.0, ©2003 Princeton University
(there were actually two, but I preferred the more concise one)
Would that not describe LiveJournal? And tell me, would a LiveJournal by any other name be any less angst ridden?
I never even really thought of this as controversial. To me, you capitalize the Internet where we check our mail and browse the web every day, whereas I do not capitalize the internet of computers which sits behind my firewall at home operating semi-autonomously (many such internets exist). Apparently, however, it is controversial to some people.
So I ask the question: what is in a letter? According to Lynne Truss, in her book Eats, Shoots & Leaves about punctuation, she mentions that the word "I" in the English language was original capitalized to make it stick out and be more readable. The German language is infinitely more strait forward in its capitalization rules - all nouns are capitalized - and yet even there, there are some funny rules, Sie the formal form of you is capitalized, whereas du the informal you is not. Some languages don't even have capital letters! I wonder what they do with all the free time they have on their hands due to the near const absence of capitalization arguments.
What goes almost unnoticed in the discussion page of the Internet Wikipedia entry is that there is a whole section of the article which is blatantly biased, inappropriate and offensive; not to mention the fact that it violates the neutral point of view policy of the website. This is so typical of Internet discourse. People waste their time arguing the relative merits of emacs vs. vi (I use pico or nano instead, I don't think that harms anyone else) or who would win if the Enterprise took on an Imperial Star Destroyer (I am pretty sure both are fictional). Surprisingly enough, which type of ship would win usually has a lot to do with which one the author finds most aesthetically or artistically pleasing (ie. is a fan of).
It is so easy to forget that there are actual problems confronting our society. It isn't really an Internet phenomenon either. As a nation we were so caught up in the President's penis, and debating whether he should be impeached, that we totally didn't notice that the "bad guys" were sneaking up on us. Oops. Too political.
So as I am writing this I am still trying to decide what kind of rumor I should spread by denying it. The Internet is fantastic for this sort of thing. I am pretty sure that I want my rumor to be untrue, so this here Internet will be the perfect place to spread my rumor. I was reading strategies for lying in an article once and I can remember some of the advice it gave.
Firstly, if you can, lie to someone you do not know well. When people lie, it alters their behavior subconsciously. Someone who knows you well is more likely to pick up on this than someone who does not. If you cannot choose the person you need to lie to, you should lie through proxy. Tell a third person your lie, who doesn't know you as well in such a way that they will tell your intended target. Since they will believe the lie, your target will be less likely to pick up on it. This is why presidents have press secretaries. If you absolutely must lie directly to someone you know well, you should do it in such a way as to reduce extraneous input in the message. By lying to a person over the phone the other person cannot see your face and will not be able to pick up on the visual subconscious behaviors indicative of lying. There are actually some universal subconscious behaviors that people have when they are lying, which are hard to avoid unless you are a trained actor. People tend to arch their eyebrows, for example when they lie. Even better than lying over the phone though, is to lie in written communication. Which bring us to the Internet and why it is so easy to lie on the Internet.
Now all I have to do is figure out what to monger about.
I wonder why he called me up this early as I walk back into my room, when I notice that it is awfully bright in my room for 3:00am. I squint at my alarm clock and hit it with a clenched fist. It changes to 8:14am, which I assume means it is actually 8:04am, since I always set the thing ten minutes fast.
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|hide your license plate Grover|
- "I am at a career crossroads; should I become an astronaut, a fireman,
or a system administrator?" This is the kind of question that these
"handy comparison charts" were just made to answer.
- PURPOSE OF YOUR CAREER
Astronaut: Advance scientific knowledge for the good of humanity.
Fireman: Save lives and property.
Sysadmin: Assure uninterrupted access to alt.binaries.erotica.sheep
- WILL YOUR JOB EVER GET ANY EASIER?
Astronaut: As computers get more and more advanced and able to control more of the functions of the space vehicle, yes.
Fireman: As more and more people install smoke detectors in their homes, yes.
Sysadmin: As more and more clueless newbies discover the Internet, absolutely not.
- Jonny looks around, confused, his train of thought disrupted. He
collects himself and stares at the teacher with a steady eye.
"I want to code demos," he says, his words becoming stronger and more confident as he speaks.
"I want to write something that will change people's perception of reality. I want them to walk away from the computer dazed, unsure of their footing and eyesight. I want to write something that will reach out of the screen and grab them, make their heartbeats and breathing slow to almost a halt. I want to write something they are reluctant to leave, knowing that nothing they experience that day will be quite as real, as insightful, as good. I want to write demos."
Silence. The class and the teacher stare at Jonny, stunned. It is the teacher's turn to be confused. Jonny blushes, feeling that something more is required. "Either that or I want to be a fireman."
I am seriously considering a career change.
|Denmark: My Prison|
So in the end somebody finally won this auction for four nine inch nails CDs and I send off an invoice, waited a few days, sent a reminder notice, waited a few days, sent an extremely polite eBay message asking the buyer to pay up, or at least contact me, waited a few more days and finally filed a non paying bidder complaint with e-mail, waited a few more days and still heard nothing. I sent an offer to the next highest bidder (our Canadian bidder) and posted negative feedback for the non paying person. The first time ever, I really didn't want to do it, but I felt like I had run out of alternatives. I was planning on re-listing the item the next Wednesday, which was only a couple of days away, since I hadn't heard back from my Canadian bidder about the second chance offer.
The next day I got a message from the winner of the auction apologizing and saying that she had sent payment via PayPal. I checked my account and sure enough I had received my dough. This left me a little uneasy, because I had a second chance offer out there to my Canadian bidder and only one set of discs. I wasn't sure that it would end well if he decided to take the offer, and I wasn't sure if I could cancel it. It all worked out ok though, because I was able to cancel the offer and sent this stern message to the winner (and now paying) bidder:
I really wish you had contacted me sooner. It said quite clearly in the listing that payment needed to be received within ten days. I was about to relist the item. Anyway, since you have sent me the money, I will be posting you your CDs first thing tomorrow. Thank you for taking care of this.
...and the next day I posted the CDs. Mind you, all of this was during the most stressful part of my Color1 class: preparing for my final portfolio, so I was already ripping the hair out of my scalp because of work and school.
|Denmark: My Prison|
(out of focus)
I started writing this story out at one point, but the whole thing seemed rather angry, and I wasn't in the mood to sound angry, because I don't think I was particularly. Then I forgot about it, but I was looking at someone's profile on-line yesterday. Boredom had set in I think, and usually I hate it when people have music playing on their web pages, like this one did, but I stopped for a minute to listen to it.
Sound a bit like a bad nine inch nails rip off... I thought to myself I wonder who it is. I found the place in the page where the music was playing. In this case it was actually a music video. I pulled the temporal navigation slider back to the beginning of the video to see if it would tell me who the band was. Nothing there. Then I tugged the widget back to the other end of the song to see if that would offer any clue. There was nothing there too, but in this case it was spelled out for me:
For those of you who don't know, don't remember, or more likely don't care, Trent Reznor's label is Nothing Records. Ahhh... I thinks to myself so this isn't a bad nine inch nails rip off, it's just a bad nine inch nails song. There would have been a time when I could not have accepted the thought. I would not have been able to utter a sentence which included the term bad nine inch nails song. Fortunately, my tastes in music have become less dogmatic, and maybe even more refined. I still listen to nine inch nails on occasion. I think my favorite song has got to be Reptile - I would still like to write a demo to that music - but my devotion is obviously not unquestioned, as evidenced by the fact that I was even selling off part of my collection. And oh yeah... the fact that I listen to Trent on the order of once every few months instead of several times a day as I did back in 1995 (which as some of you already know was the 1985 of the 90s...)
|Denmark: My Prison|
A friend of mine a while back essentially told me that my taste in music was, how shall I put it? Well let's just say that my taste in music is apparently "gullible." My initial reaction to this was amusement, because, it is such a silly "Ha-Ha" thing to say. After all how can my taste... my preference... be gullible? You can be gullible enough to believe that the moon is made of Swiss cheese, or that this gentleman here owns and can sell you the Brooklyn Bridge. You can't be fooled into liking trance or rap or country or any other form of music, either you like it or you don't. Even when I described my taste as being dogmatic, I do not think I would be so insulting as to call my taste in music gullible. Which is how I sort of take this narrow minded kind of statement now: insulting.
Even if you are more "expert" in a subject than someone else it's quite obviously unfair to apply your standards to someone else's taste and expect them to take it as a friendly act. I see nothing wrong with being critical of a piece of art, for example, if you are a movie critic and are not critical enough of Titanic to write a poor review then you are clearly not doing your job (that is just my opinion... Man).
I visited a friend recently in an apartment which she had just moved into, so when I discovered that she had hung up on her wall one of my black and white prints, I was honored. Ahh... was actually my first thought of the prints I gave you, you chose to hang the most cliché. Instead of saying that thought, I simply said that I was honored. Now, admittedly it is easy to say something nice in place of something insensitive in this sort of situation, but pretty much in any situation if you are creative you can say something nice when socializing with your friends, and when you can't maybe you ought not say anything.
I suppose that means I shouldn't have said the last three paragraphs. Pretend you didn't read them.
I got out of bed just before breakfast because the smell of cooking bacon woke me up.
I feel good because today I getting my lip pierced! Finally! Mom said I could and she's signed the forms and EVERYTHING!
I'm so angry. Paul is grounded. AGAIN! And I'm not allowed to see him. EVER. It's just NOT FAIR. I hate my mom and I wish she was dead. This wouldn't happen if I was allowed to live with dad.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world to get fucked.
I am making this journal Friends Only because of the perverts and stalkers who only want to see my photos.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! But I don't know how to work it. Can you help me?
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, just like my best friend Sally.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with my favourite Buffy fan-fiction piece I wrote last year when I was in hospital.
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